A beautiful full moon this morning, high in the sky, touching the thin cirrus clouds with an outline of silver. Why do we get all romantic and dreamy about that old dead satellite? Something about seeing it hang in the sky so close (astronomically speaking) and yet so very far away... Its dead, cold-hot, cratered surface seems so luminous and inviting from down here. The moon beckons with the promise of so many things that can be dreamed, and then it ducks quickly below the horizon, one last look back with a raspberry of taunting, "You can't catch me!"
It's so attractive because it's so unknown and so unreachable. Ah, but not for very much longer. We shall return to the moon, and we shall live there this time. Consider the deep and lasting impact the Apollo landings had on society. How much more so when humans live there and work there? Even more of an impact than living and working just above the earth's surface. And it will happen in my lifetime. I was a child when Apollo 11 landed on the moon, and I will still be around when we return.
Yes, we can catch you.
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